Lady Ann's Folly: Chapter One - Part Six

After lunch, Cook sent Lottie, the chamber maid, down to the stable to instruct Burt to go down to the village shop. She talked down to him but it was nothing he wasn’t used to. Burt tipped his cap dutifully and hurried down with the money he was given.

It was a twenty minute walk down the lane but the weather was nice and he enjoyed it. There was no thought involved; just the following of simple instructions. This was all to the good as nobody knew better than he how limited his intellect was now and always would be. This man’s body was his now for the rest of his life. The low intelligence that came with its uncomplicated brain was all he could expect in future. But being thick wasn’t so bad. It was right and proper for the likes of him. What would book learning do for him now? He didn’t need brains to shovel up the horse shit and Mavis would be put out if anything if he started quoting Shakespeare or some such.

No. He was glad he was thick now. It suited him.

As he walked he thought back to the day before and that final decision to stay a servant. He didn’t do so with regret. He was proud of the decision he’d made to live up to his man’s responsibility.  He’d given his word to the Earl that he would never shirk his duties as a servant. He couldn’t very well do that if he turned back into Lady Ann. And his word was his bond. That was a hell of a lot more important to him than prancing about in silly frocks. There was nothing wrong with being a bloke.

Yes he got bossed around by old Harry. Yes he had long hours of hard labour every day. But he had his Mavis and the intense orgasmic pleasure she gave to him on a daily basis.

He had to make an honest woman out of her as soon as possible; that was all. And that meant buying her a ring.

That was going to be a challenge.

After refusing Lady Ann’s gracious offer to increase his wages he was stuck with the pitiful amount awarded to one of his low station. He had something of the winnings he’d made from his boxing match, but enough for a night out or three down t’Dog & Pony; not enough for an engagement ring.

Burt sighed, wishing briefly that he had his old wealth back just for a minute, so he could buy Mavis something fancy. It even occurred to him to ask her ladyship for a loan, but that wouldn’t be right. He shouldn’t be talking to her directly, even though he couldn’t help herself.

She was her now and he was himself. It wouldn’t be right to remind her of their former roles. He wanted to settle into his permanently now and put any other reality out of his mind. The sooner he could forget he was ever anything other than a servant, the better.

He just had to think about it, that was all; think it through and come up with a plan to get that ring.

It was the only thing that mattered now.